HELP!

[cameracoded]

No! NO!
I’m not…
This isn’t real, th-this isn’t real!
I CAN’T BREATHE!!
I-I don’t even think I have lungs!
This isn’t… w-what’s going on…?


-=someone just woke up as a robot and is not having a good time=-

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[cameracoded]

Prompto leans his head gently against Jean, carefully as though he's worried he'll somehow hurt the now flesh and blood man at his side. He eventually lets his eyes drift closed partway, focusing on the faint touches of Jean's fingers.

"All I did was take pictures of other people's pets."

He lifts a hand -one of them this time, he seems to be managing them independently now- and touches the inlayed version of his mark in golds and platinum. "She said I need to make people happy."

Those glowing digital eyes blink open again up at Jean, then lower to regard the cardboard coffin he's laying in. "You're probably right."

[smokeandcarbs]

"I wonder if Margo would complain much if you tried taking her picture..."

Jean misses Prompto's spiky hair. He can't wait to touch it again. With a small sigh, he contents himself with touching the non-existent freckles on his friend's shoulders and neck, until he rises from the coffin and offers his hand to the big robot, an encouraging smile on his face.

"Then next time you meet your Arcanum, you can tell her you're doing an excellent job."